It's a rainy Thursday afternoon, perfect for curling up with my pup, a cup of tea. Join me as I confront some body shame and ruminate on a queer appearance in "Melmoth the Wanderer."
Hello and Happy New Year. 2018 was a year of community, exploration, joy, and grief. Here's a look at what happened in 2018 and what I'm looking forward to as 2019 unfolds.
The resistance needs you, so you need to take care of yourself! Here are 5 ideas for self-care that altogether total 30 minutes. Give one or all of them a try and keep fighting!
If only we were in the episode City on the Edge of Forever maybe we would be able to get a peep at what a monumental cluster-fuck our future is going to be and start doing the right fucking thing for a change.
I was diagnosed with lupus 10 years ago and fibromyalgia 3 years ago. My reaction to the fibromyalgia diagnosis was incredulous. I am a master’s educated, licensed social worker and my exact words to my rheumatologist were “Isn’t that a made up disease?”
It's okay to want to be healthy. That's how you are supposed to feel.
Life is the last good fight I’ll ever know. It’s beautiful and brutal, heartbreaking and tender.
The more time I spent listening and remembering, the more I realized that Prince’s music was the touchstone for some of the most pivotal times in my adolescence and young adulthood.
I am more than a body with an illness. An exploration of recovery and self-perception.
Each day should come with a label, like the pieces of extraneous paper the pharmacy hands out with medication or those horrible televised commercials from Big Pharma.